Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? The Velvet Room (NSFW version)

[Panda]

Rahab and Laivatain are quick to note Rider's attempts to escape this newest torture.

"Now now," Laivatain says, heating the chains up to a painful degree, but not enough to soften the metal, "We can't have that."

"Indeed," Rahab continues, creating a pair of icy manacles around Rider's ankles with sizable blocks of ice attached, heavy enough to keep Rider firmly on the wedge, "It would be a shame if Xarrest had to compensate for our failure to properly...discipline you."

With that, Rahab adds an up and down motion to the rocking, taking advantage of the weights on Rider's feet keeping her firmly on the wedge.

[Cherry Lover]

Rider let out a pained noise as the chains she was holding were rapidly heated, forcing her to release her grip, followed by an agonised scream as gravity did its work and dropped her straight back down onto the sharp, ridged wedge, the force of the impact causing additional pain.

"AAAHHHH! AAAHHHH!"

Rider continued screaming as the wedge continued rocking, only for her screams to get louder as she felt manacles of ice appear around her ankles, weighting her down further. She pulled up on her manacled wrists to take some of the strain, but without the ability to grip the chains, she could only remove a fraction of the force now pushing into her pussy, and even then the strain on her wrists was itself extremely painful.

Then, things got even worse, as the wedge started to move up and down in addition to the previous side-to-side movement. The upwards motion pushed the wedge hard into her, eliciting an even louder scream, whilst the downwards motion gave her a momentary respite, only to be followed by the agony of her pussy slamming into the wedge as she fell back onto it, causing an even greater scream still. She rocked back and forth, up and down, screaming over and over.

By now, Rider was almost in tears. This was genuinely torturous, even for her. Still, she would not give in. Not yet. She could take more pain than this. This was the treatment she had wanted, and she could still feel her arousal building once more despite the agony she was in. She knew that her perseverance would be rewarded later on and, besides, she couldn't let Adjutor win so easily, even if he had shown himself to be far better at inflicting pain than she would have expected.

"Hah, is.. that.. the.. best.. you.. can.. do?" Rider managed to say through gritted teeth, but the agony she was in was obvious.

[Elf]

Saber returned the hug, holding Shirou close in her small arms.   She rested her head against him, the position so natural that it caught her breath.  Small fingers gripped his coat as Saber held him.

The golden haired former Servant had no idea what to do next.  She did know that she enjoyed Shirou against her like this. 

He wasn't Archer- not yet, but she didn't want him to be.  She knew how much pain Archer had went through.  How it had almost broke him in the end.  She wasn't going to let Shirou go through that torment he certainly did not deserve. 

[Kaze]

Shirou rubbed circles on Saber's back in the area that her uniform did not cover, the other hand running through her hair. He then reached up and pulled off the frilly white headband she was wearing and discarded it. He then pulled away and looked the uniform over, blushing when he realized that there was a significant problem.

"Um, Saber, how do you take that off?" he asked.

[Elf]

"I honestly have no idea," Saber admitted, scowling at the uniform.  She picked at the black fabric with her finger tips and shook her head.  "Maybe it fastens in the back?"

Heart racing, Saber lifted up her hair and turned her back to Shirou.  Indeed there was a row of pearly white buttons to unfasten from the back.

[Kaze]

Shirou reached for the buttons, nervous hands slowly unfastening the buttons of the uniform. He swallowed as the while lace of the back of Saber's bra came into view. He pushed the garment over her shoulders to make it easier for her to take off, and then traced one hand down her back, trying to memorize the look and feel of her creamy skin. It had been so long since he had last seen her, it was almost like discovering her for the first time again.

[Elf]

Saber's pulse was thundering in her ears and heat was rushing through every fiber of her being.  Shirou's trembling hands unbuttoned the uniform before he pushed it over her shoulders.  Her own hands shook as she moved to pull her arms through it.

A jolt of warmth ran through her as a calloused hand ran down her back.  She arched towards it with a gasp, enjoying the simple touch.

[Kaze]

Shirou scooted up to the girl-King, his legs around her and her back to his chest as he reached both of his arms around and placed his hands gently on her stomach. He could feel her warmth through his clothes even as he felt his own body boiling, the heat of old desire rekindled spreading into his head, wiping away rational thought. One cheek brushed against Saber's hair as he looked down over her shoulder. Saber's small breasts were visible behind the bra, and he couldn't help but stare.

"You're so beautiful Saber," Shirou whispered reverently.

[Elf]

Heat flared through Saber's cheeks as Shirou was behind her, his body enveloping hers.  She was aware of just how much larger he was than her now, how much of a man he'd become.  Just like Archer, she thought and she rested her hands over his. 

As much as she adored her friend, she didn't want anyone else to share his fate.  Shirou was so close; she could easily see it in him and it made her chest ache. 

He rubbed his cheek against her hair as he looked down at her.   She could feel his eyes hungrily staring at her and she swallowed.  His voice caused her to shiver and she squeezed at his hands.

"Truly?" she asked, looking up at him with green eyes.

[Kaze]

Saber looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes as her face flushed. Waves of heat rolled through him and he leaned down to press his lips against hers in a deep kiss, tightening his hold on her slightly as he did so.

"Of course," he said, the whisper husky with longing. "I love your hair," he kissed her again, this time brief and gentle.

"Your eyes," another kiss.

"Your lips," again he kissed her.

"And right here..." Shirou lifted one of his hands from his former Servant's stomach and rubbed two fingers against the underside of her breasts, the caress so light he almost wasn't touching her.

"May I touch you here, Saber?" he asked, looking at her with undisguised desire.

[Elf]

More and more heat flooded through Saber at Shirou's honest words.  His voice was catching with each word.  His lips were warm and gentle against hers.  Her resistance was faltering more and more as his hands traveled her body.

His touch was feather light as he made his request.

She nodded, her voice gone.  She kissed him and asked, "May I touch you as well?"

[Kaze]

"Ah, sure," he said, not having expected Saber's request. Shirou reluctantly removed his hands from her and shrugged off his jacket, his shirt following soon after.

"Um..." Now that he was also revealing his body, Shirou was less sure. He hesitantly placed his hands back on Saber's lovely breasts, slowly running his fingers up and down the lacy white bra, catching slightly on the small nub of her nipples.

[Elf]

Saber swallowed, her emerald eyes widening at the sight of Shirou shirtless.  His skin was marbled pale and the deep tan, and there were scars here and there.  She held up her hand and placed it over the faint scar on his heart before stroking it.

Then his hands were on her breasts, lightly teasing them through the fabric.  Her breath caught and she gasped as her nipples hardened in response.  They ached, a strange sensation she wasn't exactly used to.

"You've abused yourself too much," she whispered.

[Kaze]

Shirou gasped when Saber softly rubbed the scar over his heart, an emotion in her eyes that he couldn't quite identify.

"That one came from the Grail War, Lancer stabbed me before I summoned you," he said. The memory of being killed at the school was one that would never leave him, but it too had faded with time. He could recall the shock, the terror he had felt, but not Lancer's disgusted expression.

He had always known saving people required a sacrifice, and he couldn't bear for others to pay it if he had anything to give.

Pushing the memory away, Shirou stroked the youthful blond with more force, using his index fingers to tease her hardened nipples. He wanted to remove the cloth between them, to see Saber bared to him in all her glory. He leaned in and reached around her back to unclasp the bra... only to fumble awkwardly as he realized he had no idea what he was doing.

"Um, Saber... could you take this off?" Shirou pulled back and his cheeks flared into a deep red, quite embarrassed.

[Elf]

"Ah, yes.  I still have trouble with these myself," Saber said, swallowing.

She reached behind her and undid the clasp before letting the white cotton fall to the ground.  Pink stained her cheeks as she bared her modest breasts to his gaze.  "I apologize for their lack of size, Shirou."